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Circus of Freaks

In the black heart of the dense forest
The lemon moon pours,
In the midst of the midnight mass -
Evil, insatiable, sick ...

Sticky and viscous entwined like a viper
Host of pale as chalk.
Branches of thorns are pierced by hooks
In the flesh of mutilated bodies.

Lust furious wild groans
Orgaistic tangles.
Lilies from the flesh opening the buds,
Spiders climb from the bosom.

Dead-eyed, this scary* clown,
Hollow, without legs, without a face
Dark master on a hornbeam throne
Full of a dead man...

In the Circus of Monsters freaks rage.
Everything is measured to them in debt...
Looks at you, as if through time, Faceless...
Devil, or maybe God.
Written by KristinaX
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